’Mid fadeless hues of countless flowers
That bloom in that sun-bright clime.
4 Ear hath not heard, and eye hath not seen,
Their swelling songs, and their changeless sheen;
Their ensigns are waving, their banners unfurl,
O’er jasper walls and gates of pearl,
That are fixed in that sun-bright clime.
5 But far, far away is that sinless clime,
Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time;
Where, amid all things bright and fair, is given